Drat. Well, that was the last time he'd confess such a thing to his sister; he was a lawful lad, but bent the rules when it came to helping others. Acacia would much rather he stayed out of trouble full stop, and frankly he could see why. He'd almost died, after all.

Or something like that.

Dun thought for a moment and lowered a finger. Now he had six fingers up. Pleasant was not an apt word to describe their grandmother, but he had had an interesting conversation with her once... and to Dunstan, "interesting" often meant "pleasant", as long as fangs and furs weren't flying.

"I've never... wished I was in another House at school."